wry wit and wisdom

If ye shan't have meat
Then vie for a beet
Tis not very sweet
Yet more so than peat

hmmm

To pet a dear kitten
Please don thee a mitten
Not too tight a fittin'
In case ye get bitten

ohhh kay

Should ye feel blue
Melancholy hue
Pr'thee wouldst do:
Tell a rhyme'r two

ahhh

But when skies go gray
Sun hides all the day
Then indoors ye stay
And fervently pray...

ooh

For love's bewitch'n
From hell's own kitch'n
Wouldst give ye a switch'n
I still hear ye -

ALRIGHT then